
The very most necessary reason
To create words
That dance in the throats
Of famous folks the world
Doesn’t quite know yet
The significance to penning poems
That wake me in the wee hours of night
The non-stop smiling marathon
On a recurring cycle
The cayenne flavor
To a dull palette that
Desperately needs to feel something
Bold and colorful and exhilarating
Is you…My muse